Lida

In the house near new-orleans, the bedroom was dim, lit only by the faint amber hue of a side lamp. Lida straddled Marcus, her breath already shallow from the heat building between them—but her eyes were somewhere else, staring past him, into the distance, as if seeking meaning in the shadows dancing on the wall.

Marcus’s hands roamed her hips, greedy and confident. “Damn,” he whispered, fingers digging into her waist. “You’re not like her...”

Lida shifted her weight slowly, deliberately moving up and down on his dick, coaxing both pleasure and confession. Her lips parted slightly, not in a moan—but in anticipation. Say it, she thought. Give me the proof.

“She’s so clingy,” Marcus muttered under his breath, eyes half-lidded as his head fell back into the pillows. “Always calling, texting. But you… shit, you know what you’re doing.”

Lida leaned forward, her chest brushing his. Her voice was low, almost maternal in its coaxing tone. “Tell me, Marcus… why are you even with her?”

He chuckled bitterly, breath hitching as her rhythm deepened. “Because she’s easy. And she’ll do anything if I act like I care.”

Lida flinched, almost imperceptibly, but kept moving. The tiny microphone taped inside the bedside lamp captured every word. She could feel the sweat on his skin now, and her stomach turned—not from lust, but the bitter shame curling around her ribcage.

“You’re just a game to her,” Lida murmured, stroking his ego. “She’s just a kid. You wanted something... more, like me.”

Marcus gave a soft groan, eyes fluttering as he gasped out, “Hell yes. I don’t give a damn about her. You? This—this is the best sex i've ever had in my life.”

Lida’s fingers tightened on his chest. It’s recorded. All of it. Her body trembled—not from pleasure, but from the overwhelming cocktail of power, guilt, and aching desperation. She wasn't there for this man. She was there for her daughter—to expose the rot of the 'fake' loving boyfriend of hers while her daughter is away at her grand parents place… even if it destroyed her she won't let her daughter do this man bidding... sell drugs , out of love.

That’s when she heard it: the front door creaking open downstairs and her heart dropped , it was CraveU user , coming back from work earlier than expected.